Plaything

My hands are tied behind my back again,
I need you to pick my head up.
Hold me high and drop me.

The sickness holds me every day, and..
I’m your plaything
You make it hard for me
And then you pull my string
The only thing that keeps me from ending it
Forever your plaything
Plaything

The noose is slipping oh so tight again
I cant breathe, while suffocating
I will reach for you

The memories make me feel so empty inside
And then I find theres no where for me to hide
I’m your plaything
You make it hard for me
And then you pull my string
The only thing that keeps me from ending it
Forever your plaything, plaything

Plaything, plaything
Plaything, plaything

And I won’t live for you my dear
Embarce the pain or fear.
So cut my string and let me go,
I’ll die all alone

I’m your plaything
You make it hard for me
And then you pull my string
The only thing that keeps me from ending it
Forever your plaything, plaything…

Plaything, plaything..
Cut my string.